Saturday, November 30, 2013

I started writing when I
caught my daycare provider drugging my children with cough syrup to get them to
sleep all day while I worked as a loan officer. Once I found the medicine in my
baby's bottle and realized what had been going on, I quit my job to be with my
kids--but I had to do something to help out financially. I was reading a great
book at the time (Jude Devereux's KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR) and remember
thinking, "I wonder if I can do this?" That set me off, and I've
never looked back. My first book was published by HarperCollins in November
1999, and I have written nearly 50 novels since then in a variety of
genres--romantic suspense, historical romance and small town contemporary. In
October, I will have two new books out--THROUGH THE SMOKE, a gothic historical
set in England 1830's, and TAKE ME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS, Book #5 in my Whiskey
Creek series of small town contemporaries.

What does your writing
space look like?

I have a really big master
bedroom with an L-shaped desk in the retreat. I sit there and write most of the
day--unless my behind gets sore from sitting so long. Ha! Then I move over to
the bed.

What inspired your current
book?

THROUGH THE SMOKE, my first
historical in some time, was inspired by my love for Jane Eyre. I have never forgotten the dramatic, mysterious gothic feel
of that classic and wanted to create something similar. I also like Beauty
& The Beast stories, and this would definitely qualify.

Please tell us about your
current work in progress.

I am hard at work on
another historical. This one is called A MATTER OF GRAVE CONCERN and is also
set in 1830's England (only this one is London and not farther north like
THROUGH THE SMOKE). It has some suspense in it, too, as it involves the
resurrection men who used to steal corpses from their graves to sell to medical
colleges. It's creepy and fun and has some humor thrown in. I'm enjoying it!

If you could choose any
actor/actress (living or dead) to play your protagonist, who would it be and
why?

I am madly in love with
Chris Hemsworth. I would love for him to play just about any of my male leads.
;-)

Do you write with music
going in the background? What are some of your favorite types/bands?

It's funny, considering I
have five children and can write with voices in the background, but I can't
write with music. I find it so distracting and constantly stop to listen. LOL

Name one person, living or
dead, you'd most like to meet.

I would love to meet
Margaret Mitchell. I have always envied her talent and admired GONE WITH THE
ONE (another favorite for me).

Do you have a favorite
character from your books? Who is it and why?

I think Dylan Amos from
WHEN SNOW FALLS will always be a favorite of mine. I love a bad boy who has a
heart of gold underneath all of that acting out. It's so fun to redeem them,
and Dylan just came to me so clearly. I think he stands out.

If you were stranded on a
desert island, what three modern conveniences would you take with you?

I would take a water
filtration system, a knife and fire starter. Can you tell I'm a practical
person--and that I have been watching NAKED AND AFRAID? LOL

Quick quiz:

Favorite food?Watermelon! I can eat a whole one in one
sitting!

Favorite color?Periwinkle--there's nothing more beautiful than that particular
shade of blue/purple.

Favorite animal?A bear. I watch all the nature shows on bears.

Biggest pet peeve?Cruelty to the innocent.

Dream car? A Tessla, because I'm going green!

Christmas is a time for remembering…

But not all memories are pleasant. Everyone in Whiskey Creek remembers
Sophia DeBussi as the town’s Mean Girl. Especially Ted Dixon, whose love she
once scorned. Sophia married for money and status, but her millionaire husband
is abusive and she stays with him only for the sake of her daughter.

Then her husband dies—trying to fake his own death to avoid an FBI
probe. Not only has he left her penniless, he’s left her holding the bag.

Sophia is reduced to looking for any kind of work she can find. But
almost everyone in town believes she helped Skip cheat them out of millions.
With no other options, she answers an ad for a housekeeper placed by none other
than Ted, now a successful suspense writer. He can’t bring himself to send her
away, not at Christmas, but he refuses to get emotionally involved. He learned
his lesson the last time.

Or will the season of love and forgiveness help them both find what
they’re missing?

Sophia DeBussi’s husband was gone. As in…disappeared. Nowhere to be
found. At ninety feet, the Legacy was a sizable yacht—Skip never bought
anything except the very best—but not so sizable that a full-grown man could
easily be overlooked. The six-member crew had just helped Sophia and her
thirteen-year-old daughter scour every inch of the boat.

Other than his cell phone, which he wasn’t answering, Skip’s things
were where they should be, but he was not.

Holding back her long hair, Sophia squinted against the sunshine
glinting off the water, trying to see the coast of Brazil a few miles to
starboard. Could her husband have gone for an early-morning swim and
somehowreached land?

That was a possibility, but it was a remote one. Why would he go off on
his own? It was too windy to enjoy the beach today. And although he traveled
all over the world for business, she’d never heard of him meeting anyone in Rio
de Janeiro.

Besides, he’d planned this trip for their thirteenth anniversary
because he wanted to spend quality time as a family. She couldn’t imagine he
was working, not when this vacation was supposed to be about starting over,
about saving their troubled marriage. He’d said he wouldn’t take one call. If
he’d made that promise just to her, maybe she wouldn’t have relied on it. He’d
said such things before and hadn’t followed through. But he’d also promised
their daughter, and he and Alexa were very close.

So…where was he?

Sophia gazed down at the water itself. Had he fallen overboard and
drowned in the choppy Atlantic?

That thought led to a surge of relief. It was macabre to wish anyone
dead, but only if Skip was gone for good would she ever escape him. She’d lived
with him long enough to know he’d never willingly let her go.

He’d said as much.

The moment Alexa came to the railing to stand beside her, guilt
replaced the relief she’d been feeling. Her poor daughter might have lost her
father. How could she be happy about that?

Sophia put an arm around her child’s thin shoulders. “I don’t know,
sweetheart.” She kept going over the past twenty-four hours in her mind, but
could point to nothing out of the ordinary. Skip had gone to bed with her last
night at eleven, as usual. He’d demanded sex, as usual. If he was around, he
insisted on some sexual favor at least once a day. She was pretty sure he slept
with other women when he was traveling, especially since he was often gone for
a week or longer. But she never tried to check up on him. She just did what she
had to when he was home to keep the peace, to survive. She knew how he’d act if
she refused him. Even if he didn’t strike her, he’d sulk for days.

Except for the embarrassment of having to tell everyone, including
their daughter, that she’d tripped and fallen into a door or slammed on her
brakes and hit the steering wheel, she would’ve hated the sulking even more.
Sometimes it lasted far longer than the bruises.

Alexa wiped her wet cheeks. “You really don’t remember when he got up
this morning?”

They’d already been over this. Sophia didn’t remember. She didn’t rise
as early as he did. It wasn’t as if he’d allow her to have a job. On a school
day, she typically went back to bed after Alexa left, staying there until ten
or so. Then she’d get up slowly, work on maintaining her beauty, which was
all-important to Skip, and drink away the rest of the afternoon. Alcohol was
the one thing that seemed capable of dulling the disappointment, not to mention
the boredom, she lived with on a constant basis.

But it also gave him a club to use when he needed it. I thought I was
getting something special when I married you. You were someone, remember? The
mayor’s only child. The most popular girl in school. Now look at you. You’re
nothing but a lazy drunk.

She tried to shove those hateful words into the back of her mind, where
they resided. They made her crave a gin and tonic, but it was too early for
that. She couldn’t have one, anyway, she reminded herself. Not only had she
just spent thirty days in rehab, she’d promised Skip, as part of their
“starting over,” that she’d really quit thebooze this time. He’d threatened to
have her committed to a mental institution like her mother if she didn’t. She
wasn’t sure what he’d use to make her seem crazy, but he’d figure it out. Her
mother’s condition, the fact that there was mental illness in the family,
definitely wouldn’t work in her favor.

“Mom?” Lexi said.

Sophia pulled herself out of the whirlpool of her thoughts. “He didn’t
wake me, honey. I’m sorry. He didn’t tell me he was leaving, either. I would’ve
remembered.”

“Are you sure? He says you forget a lot. That you’d live in a bottle if
you could.”

He often criticized her to Lexi. He was the dazzling father who swooped
in bearing outlandish gifts. The parent who’d promised her a Porsche for her
sixteenth birthday. He never had to raise his voice to insist she do chores,
finish her dinner or improve her grades, because he wasn’t around long enough.
“I’ve quit drinking,” Sophia said softly. “That’s why I went away, remember?
Why you had to stay with Grandma and Grandpa.”

Alexa didn’t pursue the old argument. She was too bewildered by her
father’s disappearance. “This is just so…weird.”

“It is weird.” Sophia could tell that the captain and his mates agreed.
She’d heard them asking each other if anyone had seen Mr. DeBussi on deck in
the wee hours. No one had. No one had heard him, either. But with the engine chugging
away and the waves splashing against the sides of the boat, would anyone notice
if he fell overboard?

“I keep thinking he has to be here somewhere.” Dressed in cut-offs and
a white tank, Alexa leaned on the railing as her troubled eyes ran over the
deck, the bar, the stairs going below. “I’m so worried.”

Sophia didn’t want her to have to accept the worst quite yet. She
didn’t want her to suffer at all. Alexa was the only reason she’d remained in
her loveless marriage. Skip had told her she’d never see her daughter again if
she left, and she believed him. He had the support of a rich and powerful
family who lived in the same small town they did. With her own mother diagnosed
with schizophrenia and her father dead, she had no one. “He might turn up.”

A fresh tear rolled down Lexi’s cheek. “But you heard the captain. He
said there’s no way Dad could’ve reached shore. No one could swim that far.”

The captain would’ve been right had he been talking about anyone else.
But he didn’t know Skip, not like she did. Skip could do anything he set his
mind to. Sophia had never met such a strong-willed individual. Or such a
controlling one.

She pulled her daughter into a hug. “We’ve contacted the U.S.
Consulate, and they’ve called the police. We’ll be docking at Rio to wait while
they check the city and the beaches. We won’t leave without him. Let’s not give
up hope too soon.”

Alexa’s head bumped against Sophia’s chest as she nodded, but she was
obviously struggling to believe those measures would do any good. She couldn’t
picture her father jumping over the side in the middle of the night and
swimming for shore—and neither could Sophia.

The captain approached. “I’ve secured a slip at Marina de Gloria, Mrs.
DeBussi,” he said. “We should be in port in less than thirty minutes.”

“Thank you, Captain Armstrong.”

His nod had the same effect as a salute. He turned away, but then he
paused.

“Is there anything else?” she asked.

“I just—” he faced her again “—I wanted to warn you.”

A sense of foreboding chilled her despite the ninety degree weather.
“About…”

“The police. When I spoke to them on the radio, they…they asked me if…”
He cleared his throat as his eyes flicked to Alexa, and she nudged her daughter
toward the stairs.

“Lexi, why don’t you go below and check our bedroom one more time,
okay? Make sure everything of Daddy’s is there, even his shaving kit.”

“We know it’s there,” she protested.

Sophia gave her another little push. “Check again, will you?”

Reluctantly, her daughter headed to the stairs, casting a frown over
one shoulder before she disappeared from view.

“What is it, Captain Armstrong?” Sophia asked.

“They had questions about your marriage, Mrs. DeBussi. If I’ve ever
seen the two of you fight, that sort of thing.”

He hadn’t seen them fight. No one had. Skip kept up appearances at all
costs. His reputation as the man who had everything meant more to him than
something as malleable as the truth. He never grew violent when someone else
was around, and that included Lexi. If he got upset, he simply punished Sophia
later.

But anyone who was astute could no doubt feel the tension. Sophia was
terrified of him. Even when he wasn’t overtly abusive, she endured many small
but vicious reprisals.

“And you told them…what?” Her heart thumped so loudly she was afraid he
could hear it. Skip wouldn’t like this intrusion into their personal lives, so
why had he left her vulnerable to it?

“That I don’t know anything about your private life. But…I want to
reassure you that even if I did, I wouldn’t speak of it.”

She found his loyalty comforting, especially because she would never
have taken it for granted. She barely knew him, had hardly ever spoken to him.
It didn’t matter that he was old enough to be her father, or that he was
married himself. Her husband was too jealous. Any interaction would’ve risked
the captain’s job. “Thank you, Captain Armstrong.”

“You’re welcome. I have the utmost respect for you, Mrs. DeBussi. But…”

He lowered his voice. “You should be prepared. They will ask you the
same thing.”

Suddenly she grasped why he was telling her this. “You don’t mean… They
don’t think I might’ve harmed Mr. DeBussi?” The irony of anyone suspecting her
of hurting him almost made her laugh.

“They have to rule out that possibility.”

She could understand why, of course. But how would she convince them?
Although the U.S. Consulate was acting as a liaison, she’d be dealing with
foreign police; she couldn’t even speak their language. What if they arrested
her?

Her face must’ve betrayed her panic because the captain took her elbow
and led her to a chaise. It was nothing he’d risk doing in her husband’s presence,
but she was grateful for his kindness.

“They won’t be able to prove anything, Mrs. DeBussi,” he said. “You
just need to remain strong and insistent.”

They won’t be able to prove anything? What did that mean? That he
suspected her—but didn’t blame her? She dared not ask him to clarify. Forcing a
smile, she said, “Of course.”

If only “strong” felt like a possibility. She’d been strong once, even
willful and rebellious. She regretted a great many things about those days, had
been paying for her sins ever since. She considered living with Skip to be part
of her penance. But the one attribute she’d lost that she wished she’d retained
was her fighting spirit.

Maybe it was there, somewhere. But having a child completely disarmed
her.

Author Bio:

It was a shocking experience that
jump-started Brenda Novak's career as a bestselling author--she caught her
day-care provider drugging her children with cough syrup to get them to sleep
all day. That was when Brenda decided she needed to quit her job as a loan
officer and help make a living from home.

"When I first
got the idea to become a novelist, it took me five years to teach myself the
craft and finish my first book," Brenda says. But she sold that book, and
the rest is history. Her novels have made the New York Times, USA Today and
Borders/Waldenbooks bestseller lists and won many awards, including three Rita
nominations, the Book Buyer's Best, the Book Seller's Best and the National
Reader's Choice Award.

Brenda and her
husband, Ted, live in Sacramento and are proud parents of five children--three
girls and two boys. When she's not spending time with her family or writing,
Brenda is usually working on her annual fund-raiser for diabetes research--an
online auction held on her Web site (www.brendanovak.com) every May. Brenda has
raised over $1.6 million to date.

Hi ladies! I'm a fan, Brenda. I can't wait to get and start reading this series! I'm a big sucker for Christmas stories since my birthday is three days after. LOL Continued best of luck with you writing.